Sunday, September 09, 2007

Spent the afternoon at the CFC barbecue, the one party at the Toronto International Film Festival where I don't feel oddly out of place. At the CFC shindig, I know a few dozen writers and directors and producers and so on. But the film festival parties seem to be distributors and buyers ... and a lot of young women in slinky dresses that turn out to be the Assistant to the Associate Director of Legal Affairs at Alliance Atlantis. Or the Associate Director herself. Or something equally fun. The parties are their reward for the rest of the year. I'd rather be in a writing room breaking story.

I gather that quite a few people are in town to see films, and a number of stars are here to have their picture taken. It all seems quite glamorous! I'm basically here for two network meetings and two parties, and then I'm catching the first train for home.

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9:35 PM

1 Comments:

I guess technically I was one of those suits for a lot of years and kinda got burnt out on the whole festival thing. After about 12 years, I stopped going to stuff. Just can't be bothered, to be honest. Real life seems far more compelling these days. Hoping to stop by tomorrow night but it depends on the schedule of a client I need to see tomorrow who's in town for the festival ... I may bring him along, he's good fun since he's a Brit.

By  ME, at 11:19 PM  

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